Broken Heart
Broken Heart
Her heart is broken
when will she be woken
He broke as a stroke
was he not her yoke.
Life seems to be a story
like thrown from the top storey ,
echoes of scenes
will never be unseen.
Hopes of joy
became a toy,
He the invisible
went as rubble.
Will her heart rise again
for her new life to rain,
Her eyes long for that day
till another heart comes her way.
by Esther J
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